"Why, what have you to do afterwards?"
"Oh, then, it is time to go to the hospital."
"What do you mean? What hospital?"
"The hospital in—Place. I go there every day for five or six hours."
"What to do?"
"Whatever they give me to do."
"I don't understand you, Alice."
"You mean how I got leave to go there? I will tell you;—one of the nurses, sisters they call them now, knew me when we lived at Bromley, and two or three times I had met her in the street, and talked with her. She took me one day with her into the hospital to see a poor woman who had broken her leg; she was in sad distress of mind, and could not bear to be left alone, and, as the sisters had too much to do to sit much by her bed-side, they were glad enough to leave me with her. Ever since, I have gone there almost every day, and they always find something or other for me to do."
"And when you leave the hospital, what do you do?"
"Generally I go to the square again for an hour, and then to evening prayers; but sometimes, if Mr. Henry is at home, he walks with me for a little while."